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Dream: 03/18/2017

I've returned to Blanche's house on South Street. The door is open as it always was, and I enter. I go up the short flight of stairs to the living area but the room is dark, cluttered, dusty and hung with Christmas ornaments. All the curtains have been drawn. I feel happy to be there and the condition of the house has not sunk in yet. I continue to wander around, going to the kitchen thinking I will make her a cup of coffee for when she returns. It is then that I notice the kitchen cupboards are blue and metal, half ajar, and no longer lovely wood. I also notice that all of the Christmas garlands are strung so low that I have to bend down to pass under. On a table, piled high, are various electronic music systems and I frantically search for the stereo that once belonged to her. I find it and wonder why it has been packed away in such a careless manner and why so much dust has accumulated upon it.

I go into her office room where once a piano stood and instead there is a couch. I go to the couch and lay down. I fall to sleep and I am suddenly awakened by a sound at the door. I hear a young man's voice call out: Anyone here? I get up to see who this is and the man says he is only there to crash as he heads downstairs. I can see from the looks of him he is a backpackers and not meant to be there but I return to the couch to rest. After some time has passed he calls out to me: We should go now. He explains that Blanche's son is on his way and that we should not be there. As we hurry out the door I notice that the entire house, no longer having nails, is standing on a wing and a prayer. It is just paper.
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